Pharmacists in Spain are well trained and often the front line on minor ailments. I love these guys. But they have their limits on what they can do.
I also love Spanish doctors. I’m thoroughly idebted to them. Yet would love to never have to consult with one ever again.
But we have reached the point in this journey when I need to consult someone other than physical therapists on their YouTube channels, local pharmacists, or natural healers who happen to be walking the Camino. Sure, a back pack full of herbal remedies is great for a cold. But it won’t fix my knee that now resembles a head of cauliflower after going over Alto de Perdon.
It’s time to pull the rip cord and delay this trek until I can get some facts, take more than three days in a Pamplona hotel with bags of frozen peas to rest my knee, and hear from an actual orthopedists. I do believe it’s not something really bad. The swelling got better after icing it.
I was already thinking I might be getting close when I woke up this morning. It was a painful night. But one of my fellow Peregrinos wasn’t happy.
‘I needed ear plugs. You moaned in your sleep.’
She wasn’t kidding. I woke myself up with my own moaning every time I rolled over. The rest of me feels great!
Maybe its just a steroid injection or something easy. Get the swelling and inflammation down. But I fear my Camino is stalled for a bit. Two Italian cyclists helped me into the van to go to a bigger town with a Centro Medico. They said something I think was ‘Go get’em!’ But I’ll never know. I’ve officially pulled the rip cord. For now.